Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Margo Price
Margo Price
Vocals
Jacob Braun
Jacob Braun
Cello
Zach Dellinger
Zach Dellinger
Viola
Andrew Bullbrook
Andrew Bullbrook
Violin
Wynton Grant
Wynton Grant
Violin
Jeremy Ivey
Jeremy Ivey
Acoustic Guitar
Alex Muñoz
Alex Muñoz
12-String Acoustic Guitar
Micah Hulscher
Micah Hulscher
Keyboards
Jamie Davis
Jamie Davis
Electric Guitar
Dillon Napier
Dillon Napier
Drums
Kevin Black
Kevin Black
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Margo Price
Margo Price
Composer
Drew Erickson
Drew Erickson
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Margo Price
Margo Price
Co-Producer
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Producer
Parker Cason
Parker Cason
Recording Engineer
Frankie Fingers
Frankie Fingers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Harris
Michael Harris
Strings Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

At the clinic, wonderin' what your face would be like Mascara bleedin' into my eyes Tied like a dog on a chain with a midlife crisis and an ex-husband Sneakin' a Marlboro Ultra Light I stole from a nurse out there in the alley Halfway home is where the heart is, and I'm halfway home White trash, trailer trash, they said, "You'd always be it" And you said, "One day, you'll see" But lately, you start to wonder if maybe they were right Spit on you at school outside And in the locker room and in the bathroom too Locked you in the stall Bless this mess, can I bum a light? The cars out on the LA freeway, they look like red and white Christmas lights Strung out on a chain The ex-virgin Mary of 49th Street has a pocket full of pills She sold herself for synthetic heroin and started sleepin' with a man twice her age Really though it was anything but sleepin' Nice neighbors, bad cough No health insurance this year, transitional neighborhood Gentrification comes like it always does and some nice condos they go in But the needles in the alley, they're still layin' there Don't go barefoot or take a nap out there Wear shoes if you have 'em Undercover methadone clinic Children, close your eyes Say a lullaby and think of a nursery rhyme Or maybe somethin' your mama used to tell you when you couldn't sleep Jill fell down, when the bow breaks, oh, the cradle will fall Down will come baby, down will come baby, down will come baby Just put out the cigarette Just make a decision, Lydia, just make a decision It's yours Close your eyes and make a wish Hear the whisper of God He used to talk like you, you used to see His face in the clouds Now I see your face in my mind It's wrong for him to want it Bless this mess, brush your hair Fix yourself up real nice, you've got a show tonight Singin' down at the Broken Bottle, half waiting shifts Get the guys a couple of beers, go on, get the food Livin' off tips and meth Then I came home after dancin' one night And I wrecked my car Guess you have to take the bus now So you've got a long walk to think about it A long walk to the station A long life ahead to live with yourself So think about it, Lydia So think about it, Lydia
Writer(s): Margo Rae Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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